If only life could be like this...

I was just going through my RSS feeds this morning and I saw this:



It just made me smile and beam uncontrollably. If only it were that easy to ask that cute girl that you just met out... without things being awkward.

But maybe it is that easy, and I'm just thinking too much. To ask her out or wait till I know her better? That is the question.

But then again I don't really have the time anyway. ):

I want a break. A real break. One where I don't have to worry about a million deadlines all rushing towards me at warp speed.

Please?

The closet masochist

I'm starting to think that the obscene amount of self-imposed work that I do is a symptom of my closet masochism. Maybe it's the adrenaline rush that I get from rushing to complete seemingly impossible deadlines and the overwhelming euphoria I get when I survive that 'hell' week. Maybe it's the encouraging comments I get when dear friends realize the amount of nonsense I put myself through. But I can't be doing this every single week, can't I?

Or maybe I just really have something for leather whips and nipple clamps.

What have I gotten myself into this time?

Home.

Finally, a real bed.

We often don't appreciate what we have until we have it dragged away from under our feet. And now that I get to finally sleep on one after so long, I'm going to make it count.

Going to be back in KL until Wednesday. Email me if you people down in Singapore need to reach me. It's going to be a nice, nice long slumber...

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I'm still wishing that it'll come, somehow.

You can't stop a man from hoping, dammit.

A breather

I survived today!

We completed and presented our case for the Post-it marketing competition, handed in our research methods report on the factors influencing people's reading of blogs and got through my quiz for Accounting 2!

When I got back to my room after all that I just couldn't help but keep bursting out singing Mariah Carey's "When You Believe".

When you believe, you can push yourself to achieve what you've never achieved before. Now, rest.

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And when I woke up, I was gently roused my Her Morning Elegance by Oren Lavie. It was only the second time I was hearing the song but it made me feel unmistakably happy.

Just happily stretching on the bed.

I need to write a speech like this...

Need to write a speech like that really, really soon. It would be so cool to be known as an inspirational humorist! But I have a test to study for, a report to complete and a marketing competition to win. Guess it all means that I have to be even more efficient now.

It's going to be interesting to see how I manage it all. Hope that it all goes well!

Sleepless weekdays (and weekends)

Honestly speaking, it has been a tough, long, sleepless week and I'm actually pretty surprised that I survived it.

Come to think about it, university life for me is a large clash of extremes - on one hand, it's extremely taxing with reports, presentations and activities all piled up on you; one the other it's extremely fun and enjoyable with all the great people that I get to work on projects with, the late night suppers we take while taking 5 from an all-nighter and the crazy laughs we get from watching random clips off YouTube.

Spent the whole Sunday night rushing to complete a presentation for Monday morning, spent Tuesday night brooding over my Post-it marketing competition case, and Thursday night at the HSS student lounge rushing to complete the said marketing competition report for submission on Friday afternoon.

It's so tiring and so taxing, but I realize that on most nights when I get to bed dead tired I realize this one thing - as tired as I am, I laugh so much every single day, and I really can't say that I'm not enjoying myself.

Monday's presentation was for my Research Methods class and was about blog advertising, which is something that I am passionate about. Seriously, who else gets to put such pictures on the handouts he passes out to his professor and manages to get away with it? I do!

B(r)e(a)st free web game! Just proving my point that internet banner advertising is going down the drain!

Check out the evolution of the said ads HERE!

And the competition report was all about those handy little repositionable notes we call Post-its, and while it was tiring, it really wasn't too bad either.

Yup, that's the competition.

And as always, when things got a little to difficult to handle in the wee hours of the morning, we could always rely on the big guns - awesome clips on YouTube that we could depend on to bring us right back to life no matter how tired, hungry and cold we were.



Pure genius! The Japanese never fail to amaze me with all the crazy, crazy things that they can come up with!

As tiring as this crazy, crazy life sounds like, it's still manageable because of two things - I actually enjoy the things that I do, as well as the people that I work with.

The next few weeks are going to be equally challenging too, so I guess there's no time to waste. Full focus on my tasks and why I love doing what I do. Full on focus.

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Of course, keep checking out my website on motivation and self improvement at http://kevinc.net today!

Working real hard to bring you readers top grade content despite my hectic schedule, so stay tuned!

Dimitri The Stud - How not to leave a phone message

This is just so funny that I'm totally amazed that I didn't learn about it earlier!

The two videos are reenactments of two actual voicemails that a man who calls himself Dimitri left for some girl he met earlier. Apparently, he thinks he had excellent 'game', but trust me that his 'game' was just so good that the girl (whom Dimitri described) as 'elegant' never called back, but instead posted his voicemails up on the internets where he became an overnight internet sensation.

Enjoy!





This is just so awesome that I am including the complete transcript of the conversation for good measure!

Message 1

Hey Olga, it's Dimitri.

Sorry I had to leave such a rushed message with you when we met the other day. I just wanted to quickly give you my phone number, and needed to get the heck out of the area. In any event, I thought I had better leave you a more detailed message and explain why I approached you. I am single. I have no trouble meeting women; I mean, women approach me six or seven times a day. But I'm extremely particular about what I like. You're an extremely elegant woman. I couldn't take my eyes off you, and your friends were very jealous — even if they say they weren't, they were envious of the fact that I approached you, and I was very taken by you. Elegant women are very rare. I'm Greek and I'm extremely particular about what I like. So I'm giving you an opportunity here. I don't know if you picked up the message on the weekend but I'm working on a movie script so I'll be doing that all weekend…

This looks like a land line, and if it is you may not get the message till Monday. But when you do, call me and we'll get together for coffee or drinks, and let the romance begin. You looked very taken aback by my approach, and I hope that wasn't timidness, I hope it was just shock at being approached so directly. Because I don't really date timid women, because I'm a very direct, very passionate, very assertive man, and I want a woman who is very independent and strong. So… we'll talk about that, but I just wanted to formally introduce myself. I leave the ball in your court. You call me as soon as you have the courage to. Okay, Olga? Talk to you soon, bye.

Message 2:

Hi there, Olga it's Dimitri calling again, the guy from the street.

I left you a message several days ago you said you were interested. Now, here's the way I work. I don't like leaving second messages but I like you, you're a very elegant woman, you're very attractive, but, you know, I don't play that game. I know your friends tell you not to return calls; you're playing games like you see in stupid TV shows. So here's how it's gonna work. It is now 4:30 on Wednesday. Now I'll assume, I'll assume that you've already left work, because, you know, some people leave work early, so I'll grant you that. But if I don't receive a phone call back from you by 3 o'clock Thursday afternoon I'm no longer interested and I'm going to erase your number. I don't play games like that. I'm completely single, I'm very intelligent, I'm great in bed, I make great money. Believe it or not, I'm a complete catch. I've only been single four months; I had a long distance relationship for about a year, it's very tough to maintain it like that; there's nothing wrong with me. As a matter of fact I'm one of the few men in the city that has nothing wrong with him. So I'm giving you the three o'clock deadline. If I don't hear from you by then, you lose my number — I'm erasing your number right now, so you won't be hearing back from me.

So that's it: three o'clock tomorrow, or you can just completely forget it.

Now I understand if you've got other issues, maybe you're not playing games, I don't know… maybe you were abused in childhood?…Maybe your mother has cancer, and you're going to chemo…maybe you're just a person who's extremely frightened or has an anxiety disorder, maybe you're on some medication for that…I don't know, there could be another issue that I'm not aware of. But nobody says "Call me," hands a person a business card and then doesn't return calls. It's extremely passive aggressive. You should actually look that up, passive-aggressive personality disorder. You let me know, if you've got issues, psychological issues, if you're on any sort of medication for anxiety or depression, I'm not interested. But if you're psychologically normal, and you haven't called me because there's been some horrible thing that's happened in your life that's prevented you from returning my calls, that's fine. But otherwise? Don't call me. Okay, bye.

I think I should start working on my phone game! It could give my blogs a much needed viewership boost if I can do it like Dimitri! HAHAHHA!

The (not so) Ugly Truth.

My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when I realised that Nuffnang Singapore is going to give away tickets to watch the preview screening of The Ugly Truth, starring my favourite actor, Gerrard Butler! I guess anyone that has been following this blog will know how much I LOVE watching King Leonidas in action, be it massacring Persian immortals in the 300, or romancing Hillary Swank from the grave in P.S. I Love you!

Told ya so!

But as usual, to get the tickets, we Nuffnangers were made to write blogposts concerning a certain topic to compete for those all-so-precious tickets.

And the question for today is this - what is your biggest turn-off during a date - and it happens to be quite a difficult question for me to answer for a number of reasons.

Firstly, for some reason, it's been quite some time since I've been out for a date date. It's not to say that I haven't been meeting wonderful women, but it's just that when I do, it's usually not in the context of a conventional movie and dinner (or dinner and movie, whichever is to your liking) date. I've been meeting people with friends, partied, went out to do something fun together very rarely in recent history did I feel like I was going out on a date.

The second reason is this - I think I have too much fun on my dates. When I actually find someone nice to go out with, that is. The last time in which I really didn't enjoy a date all that much was when both myself and the girl I was going out with realised that things weren't working out and we parted amicably after that. And that, my friends, was a long, long time ago.

And besides, uni life can be really hectic, not leaving much time left over for dates and the odd romantic tryst or two. Come to think of it I would be really fun to date some of the few girls I've met in school...

But I digress.

Gotta keep focused on talking about turn-offs during dates. I'm not going to talk about the really regular turn-offs that affect most people like bad breath, talking about other men during the date, gross facial hair, or just looking bad in general because that's just plain boring. That's just exactly what every other teenage emo bloggers gonna write about, and that's just so not me.

What really peeves me when I meet someone new is a lack of their own opinion. I find such people who do not possess their own views extremely shallow and boring. Does it not bother you that when you go out with someone because you want to get to know that someone better and they just hide in their shell and go 'err... I don't know' or 'err... I never thought about it' when discussing the most mundane of issues?

It's okay if it happens once or twice, but if this keeps going on too many times, as hot your date is, it's still going to amount for a pretty sucky date, in my opinion (wait, maybe I have to take that last statement back if she's really, REALLY hot).

Maybe it's just my debater background, but I find that a woman that can think and verbally spar with me extremely attractive. She scores extra points if she can engage in imaginative verbal role play too. So clearly, I would find a dumb, unopinionated person who cannot sustain a conversation with me a definite turn-off.

Yeah, definitely.

So, dear Nuffnang, I would really appreciate it if you could grant me those two free tickets to go to the premiere of The Ugly Truth because I really, really want to watch another awesome Gerrard Butler movie, but more importantly because I could kinda use a hot date right now, and tickets for a good movie sounds like a good strategy to arrange one. Seriously.

Hope to hear from you guys at Nuffnang soon, yeah? (:

Be a fan at the official Facebook page and catch The Ugly Truth when it opens in the cinemas on the 17th September 09!

The F5 key.

Why do I HAVE to keep refreshing my Facebook page, blog pages and Twitter multiple times before I finally give up on waiting for any more notifications, comments or tweets to come in?

This could be a symptom of something more serious. Just maybe.

Damn, I should just learn how to sleep and forget the F5 key.

Mensa Madness

The Mensa logo.

Way back when I was still a secondary school student in Malaysia, I applied for Mensa membership so that it would improve my resume - Mensa is one of the oldest high IQ societies in the world - and I thought that joining it would improve my chances of receiving a scholarship.

I didn't have a problem clearing the entrance IQ exam, but it just felt weird to me because I felt that Mensa was just a whole bunch of higher-than-average-paper-IQ folks just getting together to do stuff and who send you a newsletter (which I couldn't care less about) and meet up every now and then for activities. If I remember correctly, one of the last newsletters I got from the club mentioned something about a treasure hunt and a scrabble tournament.

It really sounds like any other random social club out there, and they had quite a substantial membership fee! So what if you score at the 98th percentile or higher on an IQ test? I had no reason to continue on with the club and so left it, pretty disappointed at the sunk cost I incurred taking the test and joining the club.

Fast forward to 2009.

Two good friends of mine, Kok Xian and Chong Xian are heading NTU's Mensa club. And guess who got dragged in to help promote their club?

I believe that their vision for the club - to make it one that is less elitist, open for all, and focused on the personal development of it's members would be a marked improvement from what I experienced back in Malaysia. I guess with such fun people heading the club, joining Mensa NTU would probably be a great decision!

Enjoy!

How does it feel to say yes to that special someone?

As I was sitting in the train for that long, solitary train ride back to NTU from town, I just couldn't stop smiling.

I was just so excited and happy for my dear friend who had just made one of the biggest decisions of her life that I just looked like a smiling idiot on the train, sitting down and just beaming for no clear apparent reason.

Yes, a really dear friend of mine is engaged and planning to get married early next year! This would be my very first friend who is about to get married! The very first!

There's just so much to be excited about - the plane tickets, what I will be wearing, and what's even better is that I'll be able to see her after so long. It's been a long time since I've last saw her, and now I just can't wait!

But my friend's upcoming marriage really got me thinking about some things - how does it feel to be so certain about a special someone that you can just say yes; how does it feel to know that you're going to be with that special someone for the rest of your life; how does it feel to embark on that journey of life together, as a soon-to-be married couple?

Really, I have no idea at all how it would all feel like - getting ready to commit that 101% to that special someone. It would mean no more club romances, naughty flirting in school and going to parties excited because you could possibly meet someone really nice there. But being married also means that you already have found that someone that you waited your whole life to meet, and now you get to spend every single last minute, second with that special, special person.

I think it's just beautiful that my dear two friends can feel that way. Maybe it's just because I'm jaded and disillusioned from my past experiences, but that crazy romantic deep inside me really wants to just fall madly, deeply into love and manage to feel that way about someone again.

I'm hoping that all it takes is just for that perfect someone to appear.

To the husband and wife* to be, CONGRATULATIONS!

How could I ever speak about *****?

There's just so much to do there's no more time to waste!

* Names are witheld to preserve the privacy of the couple, but I have a sneaking suspicion that they're aren't so private after all. But just to play safe in case she calls be bodoh for no good reason at all. Better safe than sorry.

Fighting For Kisses

This is by far the funniest ever commercial that I have watched this week! Don't miss this! It was so good that it pulled me through my research methods lecture, even though I watched it with the sound off!

Fight for kisses!

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